A burnished beech tree by the ornamental fountain in the Town Gardens on a quiet Saturday afternoon in early November.
Nature is flourishing in the nooks and crannies around the old part of Swindon. The aim of this blog is to illustrate a different Swindon where the 'magic roundabout' plays no part. An enchanting Swindon that can only be discovered on foot. A place of underground springs and streams, ancient hedgerows, footpaths, copses, lakes, and beautiful parkland. If you look a little more closely you will see Swindon is built on sacred ground.